Fighter For A King (Closed)

[Mayu]

It only took one cruel man to take everything away from her, there was a young woman, her father was a great man, a man who was one of the knights of the round table. Her father named Lancelot, and sister to Sir Galahad. She only really talked to only three people. Her father, her brother and the king. She had no friends outside the three of them. But that day, would change her for the rest of her life. The enemy came pouring in, her father and brother going for the enemy. She was very strong for a women, she tried so hard to get to them. Scarlet could see a man, she couldn't get to him. When she saw her father hitting the ground, she screamed. Everything around her moved in slow motion, she ran to him. But it felt like he was miles away. She fell to her knees and saw blood, a lot of it. Tears could be seen in her eyes, she shook her head. She didn't see her brother, nor the king.

She held onto his torso, she refused to leave him. But she felt his hand on her's, and placed his sword in her hand. It was then she knew, he was dying. But he said something she did not understand at first.

"Master!
Apprentice!
Heartborne, 7th Seeker
Warrior!
Disciple!
In me the Wishmaster!"

Scarlet didn't understand, what he meant not yet any way. Everything was crashing down, and her rage grew. She heard his last breath, and she felt the life coming out of him, so to speak. She nudged him hard, but he was gone, she rocked back and forth his torso in her arms, when she looked up she saw the enemy coming for her. Scarlet knew she was there next target, something inside her snapped and screamed at the top of her lungs, breaking some glass. She carefully laid him down, closing his eyes and putting her cape over him. Anger could be seen, pure anger. She didn't know what to do, what to think any more. But before her was her fathers sword. It was then she understood what his words meant.

"Her father was the master of fighting in her life, she was his Apprentice. Her heart turning into something else. To help the round table and the king. She understood, she was now a warrior no longer a disciple. In her she was the wishmaster, to either hate or love. Hurt or Protect. Scarlet didn't think she could do it, but something inside her grew. She growled and began to fight the three men. It all ended that moment..

Now she doesn't talk to many people.

 

[Pain_Bauble]

The air was thick with the smell of blood and darker vicera, and he stands cleaning his enchanted blade upon the body of a fallen enemy. The saxons where destroying all he's worked towards, and his weapon would never know satiation as long as those he failed to defend go unavenged, his enemies unpunished. He looks around at the carnage about him, and his resolve breaks down.

The battle raged on, and the sound of steel hitting bone fades into the background as he watches the saxon horde circle round the woman sitting over his fallen knight. His mind rears, and he screams the knights name. He sheaths his holy blade and rushes towards them, his muscles burning under the weight of his heavy mail armor.

 

[Mayu]

Her anger could be seen in the way she stood up, how she carried herself. Things around her went crazy, Scarlet held her fathers blade. One was charging her, she twirled out of the way. She stabbed him in the back, while he fell. She twirled around hitting another man with her sword, she saw what she had done, right in the throat. But the last one, he wasn't stupid. Her father once taught her, if you fight with hate. Things will go very bad for you, so she closed her eyes. Her other senses took over, it was then she heard foot steps. Opening up her eyes she saw the last man and stabbed him in the gut.

Soon silence took over, Scarlet dropped her fathers sword. Looking down she saw her father, Scarlet collapsed onto the ground. Scarlet looked down, she was covered in her fathers blood. She shook and cried out, but she cried so high pitched she broke a couple glass bottles around.